daily observations by Seva

This morning we released Seva from the dreary confinement of her ailing body and allowed her to return to the brilliant universe whence she came. Our hearts are broken, but we sense the joy in her resurrected freedom and are trying very hard to stay focused on her. Not ourselves.

Wherever you are this day, if you should find the sun shines a little brighter, or the thunder rumbles a little deeper; if the wind blows a little warmer or the stars blaze a little hotter.... think of Seva. She's free. She's alive. She's finding her way home.

She's never run faster. She's never run harder. And her heart has never been so full of joy. She's earned this.

God bless you Seva. For giving me love, life, and the meaning of spirit, nobility and dignity. For allowing me to gaze through your eyes, into your ancient soul. For carrying me through, though it must have been such a burden, for so many years. I pale in comparison, but am left stronger for having shared your life with you. I cry for myself. Not for you, dear Seva.